How the Light Gets In (Cracks Duet #2)(57)
When I got home, the house was empty. I showered and changed into the black silk dress I bought especially for the launch. The party was being held at the Waldorf, so I knew I had to wear something fancy.
Dylan organised for a town car to take Yvonne, Conor and me to the hotel, since he’d been there all day taking care of the last-minute arrangements. It still felt a little surreal that this was my life, but then, not at all. Wherever Dylan was, whatever his world entailed, that was where I would be. Whether we had to live in a tiny flat in Dublin, or in a historic old townhouse on New York’s Lower East Side, I’d be there with him and vice versa.
“I hear congratulations are in order,” came a familiar voice I hadn’t heard in years.
I turned and saw a woman with short dark hair wearing a green dress. I was stunned, for one because I don’t think I ever saw her wear a dress before, and two because of the gorgeous woman she’d become.
Amy threw her arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. “Oh my God, it’s so good to see you,” I exclaimed. “What on earth are you doing here?”
“Didn’t Dylan tell you? I helped with footage for the ad,” she replied.
I remembered Dylan briefly telling me how Amy lived in London with her husband and two kids, and that she worked in film. It made sense given her obsession with recording everything when we were younger.
I shook my head. “No, he’s actually been keeping pretty schtum about the whole thing. I think he wants it to be a surprise.”
Some sort of understanding dawned on her when she replied, “Ah yes, I can understand why.”
I didn’t question her further, because it wasn’t long before the ad would be revealed to everyone at the launch. We drank wine and chatted about her life in London, her husband and kids. When we first met, Amy and I had been chalk and cheese, but once Dylan became my boyfriend, I found a new friend in her. Even though our lives hadn’t crossed for years, there was no awkwardness. We could talk comfortably just that same as we used to. And I was glad she’d left the Villas behind. Just like Dylan and Conor, she was never meant for that place. I was delighted everything had worked out so well for her.
I only caught flashes of Dylan flitting about the room, mingling with guests and charming everyone. Our eyes met once or twice, his expression promising he’d get to me soon. But then there was an announcement over the speakers, instructing everyone to gather in front of the projector screen. The lights were dimmed, and a sense of eager anticipation filled the room. My pulse thrummed as I finished my wine, set my glass on a table, and waited to see what my husband had been keeping secret from me these last few weeks.
The screen lit up and I instantly recognised the scene, even though I’d never seen the video before. It showed grainy black-and-white footage of Sam and me sitting side by side on the staircase at the Villas. My breath caught as piano music filled my ears.
When Dylan asked what was Sam’s favourite song, I told him there was a certain part of Rachmaninov’s piano concerto No. 2 that always made him well up. Yvonne used to have it playing while she pottered around the flat.
A little over two minutes into the piece, there was a part where Sam always clutched his chest and said it was most romantic bit of music he’d ever heard. I’d slag him about being so sloppy and sentimental, but he’d just stick his tongue out at me, not giving a care to my teasing.
Somehow, the music fit perfectly with the footage. It laced together the images of the five of us: Sam, Dylan, Conor, Amy and me. We all looked so young, so baby-faced and full of hope. Unbidden, tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t care about ruining my mascara right then. I couldn’t believe what Dylan had created. I’d never seen any of this footage, had always brushed off Amy’s little obsession as silliness. But now, now it was everything my heart needed to see.
The screen zoomed in on Sam’s smiling face after I said something to him. I’d never forget that smile, but it still felt so good to see it again. The black and white switched to colour, the camera focusing in on each of us on the roof of the Villas. Someone grabbed Amy’s camera and faced it on her. She scowled, but you could see her amusement as she snatched it back. I knew it was Sam when she held it up again and he wore a cheeky grin.
The ad ended with a simple statement scrawled across the screen.
The best memories live on forever in our hearts. Samuel, a new fragrance from Dylan.
I wiped at my tears, but it was no use. They just kept falling. Dylan appeared in front of me and took each of my hands in his.
“I . . . I don’t know what to say,” I whispered.
“You’re crying,” he said, taking me in.
“They’re happy tears,” I replied. “Dylan, that was beautiful.”
He pulled me into a hug. “I hope we did him justice.”
“You did that and more. That’s the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
He held me for a long moment, and then people descended, telling Dylan how much they loved the ad, how touching and unique it was, how kind he was being by donating half of the profits to charity.
I stood next to him the entire time, his hand in mine, smiling while we met person after person. For the first time in forever, I didn’t think of Sam and feel sad. I thought of him and felt happy for all the good times we’d shared. The happiness and the laughter. He’d been the best friend a girl could ask for, and though he was taken too soon, I was glad to have known him.